The generals guarding the army all stared at Ni Liang with fierce eyes, wishing to drag him over and beat him up. However, everyone knew that the rules were made by themselves and there was nothing they could do about it. They could only watch helplessly as Ni Liang took away his treasures.

The confidant pulled him away, but he was unwilling to do so.

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"Old Zheng, the Sa family just doesn't understand. How come that idiot's eyes have become so good? He picked all the good ones among the generals." Although Zhao Mengjin is the guard of the army, he also knows that he can't control the prince's personal bodyguards.

Of course I wanted to retain the backbone, so I anxiously asked Zheng Huchen behind me.

"Hmph, that fool has become smarter, but he has the guidance of an expert." Zheng Huchen snorted. Now, several people who got off the epidemic ship have been reused, and even Zhou Xiang's useless thing has been used.

He was appointed as a chief, but he was the only one who did not appoint him, but he also knew that his identity could not be seen in the light. Zhao Mengjin was different. He came from a clan, and even if he made a mistake, the Secretary had no authority to deal with it.

Zong Zheng happened to be in charge, and a moderate punishment would be passed by then. Therefore, it was impossible for him not to be jealous at all, and naturally he was not angry with Zhao Mengjin, who was proud of Zheng.

"Who? Where is the master!" Zhao Mengjin immediately looked around and asked.

"Don't look, it's His Highness!" Zheng Huchen hurriedly pulled Zhao Mengjin and whispered.

"Your Highness?! But how did he know? Is there really any divine help?" Zhao Mengjin was a little confused. His Highness held a high position, and although he was friendly and unassuming, except for a few of them in charge, he probably didn't say a few words, let alone

It is impossible to have a close friendship, and apart from his own men, he cannot figure out who is strong and who is weak among the heroes in the mansion. His Highness will never know except for divine help.

"No, he should have just nudged Ni Liang." Zheng Huchen shook his head slightly and said.

"What's the instruction? Why can't the Sa family see it?" Zhao Mengjin turned his face and stared at the prince for a while. He only looked left and right, looking at everyone as if watching a play, and the behavior was no different from that of other children.

, he asked again doubtfully.

"Look at the prince's fingers!" Zheng Huchen said in Zhao Mengjin's ear.

"Oh, I understand!" Zhao Mengjin looked over as he was told. The prince's hand was on the case, and he only knocked it intentionally or unintentionally from time to time. He followed the prince's gaze and looked over. After a brief thought, he took two steps forward.

His body happened to block the prince's sight, but the people over there breathed a sigh of relief because Ni Liang started to make mistakes.

"It's not fun anymore!" Zhao Bing suddenly laughed, raised his hand and said helplessly. He understood that his little trick had been seen through, and the game with Ni Liang could no longer be played, and then turned his attention to the craftsmanship bureau.

selection...

The news that the government was going to be reorganized had already spread, which made everyone feel the crisis. The young and strong naturally had no pressure, but were eager to try, hoping to find a good job. The old, weak, women and children were in panic. They

I knew that I would probably be abandoned by the palace, but now there was war everywhere, and leaving the palace would mean starvation and becoming a slave to the Mongols, so these days were like a year.

I heard that the selection started today in the mansion, and the old and weak people had already gathered in the open space outside the mansion to wait. Naturally, they did not dare to expect to have an official position, they just wanted to be retained, so their requirements were very low, even if they were

They work in the lowest jobs, make a living, and survive in this troubled world. And their bodies do not allow them to wield swords, guns, and charge into battle as soldiers, so they do not expect to be selected by the Guards and Guards. They just want to

Being able to find a job in a craftsmanship bureau with the lowest requirements, all eyes were on Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang deals with craftsmen all day long. Of course he knows what the people at the bottom think, and he knows his own situation even more. He is favored by His Highness more because of the friendship he had on the epidemic ship, but he is still far behind Zhao Mengjin, Zheng Huchen and the others.

Much more, not even compared to Cai Wanyi and the others. Therefore, he knew that although he was one of the seven principals in the mansion, his ranking should be the lowest. Even with the prince's permission, he could not compete with others.

He fought hard. But he knew that the prince was soft-hearted and did not want to abandon these old, weak, women and children, so he had already made plans in his heart.

"Sir, do you think this little old man can become a craftsman?" An old man in his sixties came over and asked Zhou Xiang.

"Oh, what kind of skills does the old man have?" Zhou Xiang leaned forward a little and asked. Unlike others who were running around in the crowd to pick people, he set up two tables and waited for customers to come, because he knew that he would lose the election or

People who have nowhere to go will naturally come to him.

"The little old man worked as a carpenter when he was young, do you think it will work?" the old man replied carefully.

"What have you done?" Zhou Xiang nodded and asked again.

"In my early years, I built ships, built temples, and built bridges. Now that I am old, I can only make a living by helping people build houses in the countryside." The old man replied.

"Well, go over there and put your name on it." Zhou Xiang nodded.

"Sir, have you accepted me?" the old man asked in disbelief.

"Of course, our craftsmanship bureau will accept anyone who has skills and will not reject anyone!" Zhou Xiang said loudly.

"Sir, I have been a blacksmith, do you want me to accept it?" a one-eyed man asked.

"Take it!" Zhou Xiang replied simply.

"Sir, I worked as a silversmith!"

"My lord, I have been a mason!"

"Sir, I know how to dry salt, does that count?"

"Sir, I am a cobbler, okay?"...

"Collect it, collect it all, go over there to register and register!" Zhou Xiang said with a wave of his hand, and he simply asked a few questions for the people who continued to come, and then accepted them all. After a while, the team behind him already had enough people.

Two or three hundred people.

It didn't take long, and everyone found out that the inspection process at the Craftsman Bureau was simple and the requirements were low. As long as they had some skills, almost everyone, old or young, was welcome, and even some women who could spin, weave, and cut clothes were required.

This is good. Some people who originally wanted to join the Guards but lacked confidence began to hesitate. However, they saw more and more people joining the Craftsmanship Bureau, and they had not yet been selected. Once there were enough people recruited there,

, then he would not lose both ends, so he also came here, and the craftsmanship bureau became crowded for a while.

"What do you know?" Seeing a middle-aged man crowding towards the table, Zhou Xiang asked as before.

"I..." the man was asked.

"Sir, ignore him. This man must know nothing, and is afraid of death when he goes into battle, so he comes here to make up for his mistakes." The people on the side looked at the man with red face, hesitating and not knowing how to answer, and laughed.

said.

"I...I know how to farm!" The man held it in for a long time and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Farming!?" The people at the scene were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter. If we talk about farming, I'm afraid eight out of ten people present have a background in farming. This is really not what kind of craft it is.

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"I really must be good at planting, plowing, raising seedlings, transplanting rice seedlings, and harvesting. I have at least five bushels more than others for the same piece of land." The man became anxious and defended himself to everyone.

"As you said, you are indeed a good farmer. I will harvest it..." Zhou Xiang knew that one acre of good paddy field can generally produce three kilos of rice, and the same land can yield five kilos more. It is indeed remarkable, and it can be compared with

I really didn't fit in here, and when I was about to refuse, I subconsciously glanced at the prince and immediately changed my mind.

"Well, Lao Zhou is quite sensible..." Zhao Bing, who was watching from a distance, smiled and nodded softly.

"Your Highness is still very discerning and good at recognizing people." Wang De quickly took over the words and said.

"Your flattery makes people feel comfortable, but no one will believe it if you tell me." Zhao Bing turned his face and said.

"Even if they still have doubts, I know His Highness and will never doubt it." Wang De watched His Highness revise the plan with his own eyes. He was just using a prosthetic hand when copying. Of course he knew the inside story.

"Your Highness, what does this 'flattering' mean?"

"Don't you understand what flattery means?" Zhao Bing raised his eyebrows and said. Although the word 'flattering' is a bit vulgar, it is also a slang passed down from ancient times. Everyone in later generations knows what it means. Could it be that in the Song Dynasty

It was not popular in the palace.

"Your Highness, you really don't know?" Wang De shook his head and asked.

"The word 'flattering' turns out to be referring to the Tatars." Zhao Bing suddenly remembered that the allusion of this saying was from ancient times, but it originated from the Mongols.

This era is quite consistent, and you can make up for it yourself. "Tatars usually ride horses, and of course they also like others to praise their horses. Therefore, when they meet, they will pat each other's horse on the butt and say that the other's horse is really good, which is flattery.

It means, so this saying has come about over time.”

"Oh, Your Highness is really knowledgeable about the past and present. He even knows about the affairs of the Tatars." Wang De praised with admiration.

"You are just flattering me!" Zhao Bing patted Wang De's butt twice and said with a smile.

"Haha, I mean it sincerely, and I don't mean to flatter you." Wang De said awkwardly, but he was very pleased with His Highness's intimacy, but he also felt that serving such a smart guy was really a headache.

"Hey, that boy Chen Dun is making trouble again." While the master and servant were talking, Zhao Bing discovered that something happened again at Zhou Xiang's place.

"Your Highness, this boy has never had a peaceful life since he came to the palace. He has been causing trouble all day long. He really should be punished. He dared to cause trouble on such an important occasion today." Wang De frowned and said after looking at it for a moment.

"Yes, this kid is not afraid of anything. He should be punished, otherwise he will cause great trouble!" Zhao Bing also believed that it was true.

"Your Highness, this is a troublemaker, why not take this opportunity to expel him from the palace." Wang De immediately suggested. He knew that the prince wanted to put the old camp under the management of the inner palace, and he did not want to have a headache for this boy all day long.
Chapter completed!